Tee Gray

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In one hand he held a towel that looked to be damp and another draped across his right shoulder. I sat frozen awaiting what was going to happen next. He grabbed my right foot and put the warm cloth on it. He cleaned them gently and the temperature of the towel coupled with his hands caressing my sore feet made me groan.
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